Pretty Little Treat

Arnold was walking down the sidewalk, when hed heard a heavy door opening in the alley beside him. He looked over and saw her. A young woman with blond hair, wearing the token short-apron of a waitress of bartender, struggling to pull a couple of overflowing garbage bags from the busy diner she worked at to the dumpster in the alley. Her back turned to him. The door she'd exited from swung closed behind her.

A quick glance back and forth down the sidewalk, and Arnold takes a step into the alley. His footsteps are quiet, despite his weight, and he moves slowly and deliberately. A smile forms on his face, growing ever larger the closer he creeps.

The woman gets one bag into the dumpster, but the other bag tears, spilling garbage onto the alley floor, and causing the woman to curse loudly. She kicks a beer bottle that had fallen out of the torn bag, and stands with her hands on her hips staring at the mess she'd have to clean up. She was completely unaware of Arnold until wrapped one arm around her middle, and clamped a huge rough hand over her mouth.

She was beautiful, and he was careful not to hurt her. He left her dazed in the alley, sitting up propped against a wall. Before he left to continue his walk he stopped to clean up the mess caused by the torn trash bag.